I wish I had remembered everything that had happened. Its like the dream that you are sure of but will never know what was it like. I had created a masterpiece but will never know how I did it.
I started with boiling a small pack of mixed vegetables that had peas, beans, carrots and corn, all neatly chopped to perfect size. They looked beautiful in the skillet which had just enough water to help them relax, enjoy the warm waters after the freezing winter in the fridge.
Well, pretty soon they realized they were neck deep in troubled waters. If I am not wrong, I added the noodles in the skillet as soon as the water started boiling. Also, I had used a fork and not a spoon to stir.( I dont want to miss a thing, just to be sure it was not a forgotten dream.)
I waited for magic to happen. But alas! The phone rang. I left the kitchen like a killer leaving the crime scene. When I came back to my noodles, all the water was gone, some spilled, some took the arial route. So I added more water as I cursed the phone, the caller and the stove. I forgot myself there to be blamed. Finally the mix was added. But like I always do, I was not finished yet. The cook in me said-" This is no work of art." So I added everything in the spices cabinet. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I even added crushed almonds. Why? Because I could. It's God's little trick to put odd things at odd places. I forgot myself there to be blamed again.
And with little expectation for my work on the stove, with curbed down taste buds and letting no emotion overcome the only relevant one-hunger, I ate. And I ate. I loved my maggi. I always do. And I blame myself for this.
:)
I started with boiling a small pack of mixed vegetables that had peas, beans, carrots and corn, all neatly chopped to perfect size. They looked beautiful in the skillet which had just enough water to help them relax, enjoy the warm waters after the freezing winter in the fridge.
Well, pretty soon they realized they were neck deep in troubled waters. If I am not wrong, I added the noodles in the skillet as soon as the water started boiling. Also, I had used a fork and not a spoon to stir.( I dont want to miss a thing, just to be sure it was not a forgotten dream.)
I waited for magic to happen. But alas! The phone rang. I left the kitchen like a killer leaving the crime scene. When I came back to my noodles, all the water was gone, some spilled, some took the arial route. So I added more water as I cursed the phone, the caller and the stove. I forgot myself there to be blamed. Finally the mix was added. But like I always do, I was not finished yet. The cook in me said-" This is no work of art." So I added everything in the spices cabinet. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. I even added crushed almonds. Why? Because I could. It's God's little trick to put odd things at odd places. I forgot myself there to be blamed again.
And with little expectation for my work on the stove, with curbed down taste buds and letting no emotion overcome the only relevant one-hunger, I ate. And I ate. I loved my maggi. I always do. And I blame myself for this.
:)
1 comment:
"I left the kitchen like a killer leaving the crime scene"
hahahahah...good one.
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